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Tuesday, March 17, 2009 1:59 PM
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sub urban run at pungool, made me woke up at 530 in the morning.
with minimal amount of 3.5hours sleep, me and cels headed to pungool.
carried CARTONS and cartons of water walking around to distribute.
my hands are aching till now.

with the initial plan of waking up at 5am in the morning on monday,
to send eileen off to taiwan fail.
failed to wake up on to accompany rolly for revision lecture.
felt damn bad.

but still i went back school to meet them.
Race to the Witch Mountain, was pretty funny.
and a lil exciting.
to think that me and cels were like "why the hell did we ended at this cinema"
cos such show wasn't really please to our eyes.

headed back tp, to meet maybelle.
instead of our initial plan of going for dinner and some "shopping"
we ended up in bsc room, doing our sl camp stuff.
at least i settled some of the things.

i'm going to get real busy at least till next thursday.
with org com retreat, dpa orientation, sl camp day zero, sl camp, and dnd.
the worse is, i have yet to find my dnd clothes!
good job.

happy 19th birthday, dearest bestfriend.

1thing2do3words4you.







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ctss
tp. htm. bsc.

try bribing her with
ice cream! (:

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